My Descent into Slavery Ch. 25

"Men who enjoy watching their significant others have sex with other men are called willing cuckolds. They are aroused by it and enjoy it, like you did. Their wives are known as hotwives, or a cuckoldress, and their men enjoy seeing her go out on dates with her other lovers. Sometimes, they get to witness the sex, like you did this morning. Other times, their wife will tell them about it afterwards. As far as I can tell from the research, their marriages remain strong, because everyone gets something out of it. You can do some research on your own. Google willing cuckolds, and you'll get a shitload of information about the topic, including websites devoted to cuckolds, and hotwives. You aren't in a typical cuckold relationship because of Frieda's submission. At this point, her sex is being controlled by Francesca, not her, or another lover, commonly called a bull.

"It also happens in reverse, but the women are called cuckqueans, not cuckolds. In a way, Frieda is a cuckquean. She has seen you fucking other women, and enjoyed it. Part of it is her submissiveness, and watching you with other women, meets her submissive needs. That survey you took, indicated you were neutral, but you were on the submissive side of neutral. You don't want to be a submissive, but you'll have some submissive tendencies. Watching Frieda have sex with other men, may be part of that. Most cuckolds are submissive, but not all of them. Some people just don't feel the possessiveness towards their sexual partners that most people do.

"Cuckolds frequently engage in certain behaviors such as cleaning their wive's pussy of another man's cum, or immediately fucking her afterwards in what is called sperm competition and reclaiming. You want to ensure that the only sperm in your wife isn't her lover's. The sex described by most cuckolds is that the sex is more intense during a reclaiming, than at other times they have sex."

"You're right about that. I don't think I've ever cum so hard before. It was incredibly intense."

"There is a continuum of cuckold behavior, from men who never have sex with their wives, only letting other men fuck them, without ever having sex with anyone else, to men who enjoy watching their wives, but have sex themselves with other women, like you do. When you think about it, couples who swing, or who have open marriages or have polyamorous relationships, are all part of the men who might like to see their wife with someone else."

"And you don't think that stuff is somehow sick?"

I laughed. "You're asking the wrong person, Malcom. I enjoy what most people might consider an outrageous relationship. Submissive to a married man, married to a woman, and having sex with anyone they give me permission to have sex with. We're both out of the norm, I grant you. Most people would never live this life, but that doesn't make it sick. What's sick to me are people who intentionally harm other people, or do harm to themselves. If you made your wife do something she didn't want to do, or intentionally harmed someone; that's sick. That's anti-social. We're odd, but hurting no one, by giving pleasure to each other or taking pleasure in other people's pleasure. If you aren't harmed by it, and Frieda isn't harmed by it, then what business is it of anyone else?"

"Yeah, I guess you're right."

"I want you to think about something, Malcom. You've not had children because you couldn't. It wasn't going to happen for you like it can for normal people. But now you know that you can enjoy watching Frieda have sex with another man. It gives you the opportunity to do something you couldn't before. For her to have a child with someone else, and for you to raise it together as one of your own. She suddenly realized after Stamina fucked her, that she hasn't been on birth control for twelve years. No need to. She realized she's in the wrong part of her cycle to get pregnant, so you don't have to worry at the moment, that she's carrying someone else's child. But you saw how much cum Stamina left in her pussy. If you let her fuck other men again, and they don't use condoms, or she doesn't go on birth control, you could have something you've wanted, a child with her. That's up to you and her. It's your marriage. That's not something that should be decided by her Dominant. It should be decided by both of you, together. Don't just let her fuck other men and get pregnant. Talk to her. Children are a lifelong commitment, and should be raised in a good home with loving parents who want a child.

"If you don't think her submission is going to work out for you, if your marriage is going to suffer, maybe you need to cut it off now. If you think that whatever you do together, can't damage what you have together, and can only make it stronger, then talk about what having a child would be like, and if you could love it, even if another man made it. The other men would never have to know it's theirs. But the child should know. It's like telling a child they're adopted. Sometimes, that's important information to know, in the event of genetic diseases, or ancestral DNA testing."

"Yes, you're right. I never thought of it."

"Frieda thought of it, after the fact, and she might bring it up at some point. I brought it up to you early so you might have time to ponder the question, and know how you want to answer before she asks."

"Do you think I should?"

"That's too personal a question for me to answer. I think you should do what feels right to you, and I don't know what that is."

"I know we're staying overnight. What's going to happen? Will Frieda be mounted again?"

"Not by the stallions. They have too many mares to service. I suspect we mares will have to pleasure each other if we get permission to cum. I know that sometimes the male slaves will have sex with the female slaves if it's permitted, or the wranglers who work with the slaves in a supervisory capacity may be allowed to fuck certain submissives with permission, but I suspect, we won't be in the category of those who are allowed to do so, because we aren't Frank's. He won't treat us as if we are. It's unethical, as Frank isn't aware of the agreements that a slave has with her Dominant. Master had to decide that for three of us. You had to decide that for Frieda, as Francesca didn't have permission to."

"Did you love fucking Stamina?"

"Very much."

"You didn't carry on as much as Frieda did. Do you think she enjoyed it more?"

"I suspect we enjoyed it equally, physically, but emotionally, psychologically, she would have enjoyed it more. I've been fucked in many circumstances similar to this one. Publicly fucked in front of other people. This is the first time she's even been with another man outside of her marriage, fucked in front on you and several other people. That would have increased the zing factor for her more than it did for me, because I'm used to it.

"The act of sex is accompanied by the physical sensations we feel, and the emotional ones. Illicit sex always has an element of the taboo to it, which increases our excitement, and arousal. But the love we feel for the person we're fucking, has it's own zing. I enjoy sex with Sahar and Master more for that very reason, even if they aren't the biggest, longest, most accomplished, or most beautiful lovers I fuck. I said I enjoy fucking my Master more than some of the larger cocks I've had sex with. Partly, it's because I love him, partly it's because he loves me, and he shows me how much in everything he does, partly it's his Dominance, and my feelings of submission to him. Nobody else brings all that to the table. If I had to give up every other lover I had and only have sex with him and my wife, it wouldn't be hard at all. Sex with other people is something he gives to me, a gift, for my obedience and devotion, for the love he feels for me and I for him. I accept the gift because it's freely offered, not because it's necessary to me."

"Then why do you still have the hypnotic compulsion?"

"So I don't desire the sex with other people. That I can choose to accept it or not, not beg for it because I think I need it. That was conditioning forced on me by others, not what I wanted for myself. Anyway, just think about things. There's no rush. If you still want to see Frieda have sex with other men, but don't want a child, insist on condoms, or ask that she go back on birth control. And remember what I said. You're not a freak. You're not sick. There are lots of other people like you, and as long as what you choose to do doesn't hurt anyone, then as far as I'm concerned, who gives a fuck."

"Thank you."

I rejoined my fellow mares in the stall.

"What did Malcom want?" Frieda asked.

"He was concerned that his enjoyment of your fucking by another man made him a freak or sick. I convinced him that he wasn't. Since you wondered about whether or not he'd consider letting you have a child with another man. I brought up the subject with him so he could think about how he felt about that. I'd give him a week or so to he can consider it without any input or pressure from you, then if you want to ask, ask. He might approach you earlier if he comes to some sort of decision."

"I'm getting bored sitting in this stall," Roseanne said. "Can't we do anything?"

"You and Juanita can fuck each other and have orgasms. Unless it's specifically prohibited by Master, you can fuck your slave or your slave can fuck you. I'll probably take a nap."

"Did you fuck George last night?" Frieda asked.

"I sucked him off, and I started to fuck him, but after he started asking questions about Sahar's and my activities. I felt weird fucking him, so I switched to Sharon and Sahar fucked him."

"Was he any good?" Frieda asked.

"Good enough."

"What activities?" Juanita asked.

"Activities that would be considered illegal in most countries, and for which he would have arrested us if we'd committed them in this country, and that's all I'll say about it."

"Please, tell me something," Juanita asked.

"You know when Sahar threatened to cut off your ex-boyfriends cock and balls and make him eat them," I said.

"Yeah?"

"She's done it to several different men in the past. Men who deserved it, men who'd raped and abused women in the worst possible ways, men who would have done it again if allowed to live."

That shut her up.

I hadn't gotten a ton of sleep last night, so a nap sounded good to me, although I didn't expect it to be a long one. I lay down on one of the pallets in the stall. Frieda apparently agreed with me that a nap was a good idea, so she joined me on mine and snuggled against me. The other two decided they needed sex more than sleep. I suppose if I could have orgasmed, I'd have agreed with them. I closed my eyes and slept.

******

"Hey, bitches, wake up," Sahar said, prodding my sleeping ass with her foot.

"What's going on?" I asked, sitting up.

"I want to race Ranger and Gloria around the track. Since you've already won one of these races, I want some advice. We have a bet going."

"Do you have to race them pulling the sulkies?"

"Yeah, just like you did, except no nipple clamps and no whips for the drivers. I have to wear the damn boots and anal plug though, and the harness to pull the damn things."

"Who are the drivers?"

"Gloria is pulling Theresa, me pulling Joshua, and Ranger is pulling Frank."

"Master has never even seen one of these races before. He'd be at a huge disadvantage."

"Frank said the same thing, so they aren't really driving, more just the weight we have to haul around. The runners will be running the race themselves."

"That could work. You need to let Francesca train you for the trot. She used to train the ponies for her father. She did a good job with me, despite the face I was racing against her father, but you need to let her use the whip on you to get you to hold the trot. Otherwise, you'll slip out of it too easily. You automatically lose if you break the trot."

"So they said."

"Let her work you for however long it takes, then take about a half hour, forty-five minute breather before racing, but keep moving so your muscles stay warm."

"Okay, what else?"

"It's a long race. Gloria lost last time because she was a sprinter, got out to a huge lead, then couldn't maintain it around the track. I found a pace I could keep a long time, then slowly picked up speed. It's like I've got this beat going in my head, like a metronome, and I stay with that beat, then slowly go a little bit faster, while keeping the trot forefront, but never so fast I can't keep it going for a very long time.

"If someone gets in front of you, they can block you, or make you go further to get around them, so it's tactical, as well as just speed. It's not like you have to go around a body, you have to go around a sulky, which is around five feet wide. The inside of the track is the shortest distance. You're running farther if you're on the outside, so you try to stay on the inside as much as possible unless you have to pass. If you do try to pass, the other runners will try to move in front of you, trying to force you further to the outside, or cutting off the inside. Since there are two other runners, they could work in concert to keep you bottled up.

"Ranger has run this race a lot. He's the strongest, so it will be easier for him to pull the weight of sulky and driver. If I were him. I'd get in front of you and stay there. Frank is the heaviest of the loads, though, so that's to your benefit. Theresa's the lightest, so it's to Gloria's. She's still running track, so you know she's received excellent training. Try to see if they can penalize Ranger by starting him on the outside, since he's the most experienced, and you on the inside because you're the least experienced. What's the bet?"

"Twenty-four hours of serving as a sex toy to the winner, at their residence, so subject to fucking everyone there."

"Both losers, or just the worst loser? Although it doesn't make much difference as both of them live with Mistress Layton, so if you don't win, you're on the ranch for either of them."

"I figured I've had sex with Ranger, Luke and Gloria before, so the only new one would be Theresa."

"No, no. Don't forget Diego and the other wranglers, and possible guests. Frank spends time there. Everyone there is everyone there, unless you specify otherwise. Would you make Ranger and Gloria fuck everyone else in our house if they were yours for twenty-four hours, including Malcom, Trinity, Frieda, Roseanne, and Juanita? Roseanne and Juanita spend the night, and are there for several hours a day."

"I'll get that clarified. I'm not going to fuck everyone on the ranch. I wouldn't mind Diego and his wife, but I'm not going to fuck every Tom, Dick, and Harry there."

"Then it's just getting geared up and trained. Can we watch?" Pointing to my fellow mares, still wearing our boots and tails.

"Yeah, I'm letting you out. I want you all cheering your asses off for me, because I'm hoping to bring two new toys home to play with, both trained sex slaves."

"We can stay until 4:00," Roseanne said. "We need to leave then to get to work on time, so if the race is over by then, we'll be yelling our lungs out."

Sahar clarified that the bet only included people who regularly spent the night in the house, which did include Frank, but excluded Diego and all the other wranglers. It added Roseanne and Juanita, to her group, but not Malcom, Trinity and Frieda. They did make a proviso that the loser could have sex with someone else at the house, but could refuse, so Gloria might choose to have sex with Malcom, but Ranger could refuse. That seemed to be a workable compromise.

She had worn anal plugs before to prepare her for anal sex the right way, but the tail was new, and for someone who disliked high heel shoes, she'd hate the horse boots. Despite that, she got geared up like the others. I thought she looked sexy as a pony, but I'm prejudiced. Francesca took her out to the training corral and we all sat in the bleachers they had set up to watch ponies train.

Now my sweetie is in fantastic shape, strong without a body builder physique, great stamina and endurance, but she fought the training. Too much like being a slave, I suppose. Francesca had to use the whip on her multiple times, and her hindquarters were criss crossed with red streaks. I'd picked everything up a lot faster, but I was a submissive.

Sahar was looking at Francesca with a look that would have frozen a bad guy in his tracks, and Francesca knew it. She called Sahar over and they had a whispered conversation. After the conversation, Francesca put the buggy whip down and from then on, only corrected her with voice commands. Sahar seemed to do better that way and in fifteen more minutes, had kept the trot going for ten without any correction whatsoever.

After asking for a respite of thirty minutes before the race, Gloria and Ranger started warming up, while Sahar kept moving to stay warm. She walked, and sometimes trotted a couple minutes, while moving her arms.

When Frank called time, they went to the track and all three were fastened to the sulkies with their bits and reins. Their three riders climbed onto the seats. Apparently, they'd agreed that Sahar could have the inside and Ranger should have the outside, which left Gloria in the middle. Francesca pulled out a starter's pistol and stood on the starting line. The rest of us lined the rail near the finish line.

There were a lot of other mares and both the stallions watching the race as well. They all had to race at various and sundry times, and didn't mind learning from the races of others.

Francesca counted down from three, then fired the pistol, and the ponies were off. Gloria jumped into a lead again, but slowed down sooner than when I'd raced her and found a pace she could hold for a mile. Sahar seemed to ignore her, although she warily watched to see how far ahead she got. She assumed, her primary competition was Ranger and she went as fast as he did, staying even and not letting him get past her, and to the inside. She kept looking to see if Gloria was pulling away, and saw she wasn't, so just kept stride with Ranger.

Ranger quit trying to pull ahead, deciding instead to drop back and get to the inside rail. That was fine with Sahar for the time being, so she set her sights on Gloria, about twenty yards in front of her, and started to close the distance. Mistress Theresa kept looking around and noticed when she was within ten yards, and said something to Gloria, which caused her to pick up her pace, but she wasn't increasing her lead, just not losing it anymore.

There was still quite a distance to go, so Sahar didn't press at the moment, but kept a steady trot. Ranger was sneaking up behind her now. Master noticed and notified Sahar what was happening, so she increased speed again, closing the distance with Gloria again.

Gloria had lost her race with me when Frank took her too far to the outside to block me and gave me the inside to pull around her. She was not leaving the inside rail for anything. If anyone wanted to overtake her, they'd have to go around her on the outside. Theresa said something to Gloria and she picked up her pace again. Sahar was trotting easily and stuck right with her, still closing the distance. Ranger had picked up his pace some more, and started to swing wide to pass both.

Sahar swung wide herself, unwilling to let him pass her and block her from going around Gloria. He went back to the inside, but now he was behind both and squeezed in. Gloria was still going strong, but she wasn't going any faster, so Sahar began closing once more, despite going to the outside, her legs pumping, up, down, up, down, maintaining rhythm and the high knee action. Theresa said something again, but Gloria saw the finish line was relatively close and kept the same pace, trusting her lead might still give her the win. Both Sahar and Ranger seemed to find another gear, seeing the same thing, maybe 200 yards and possibly a half minute or so, left to go.